Kite Poem by Sarada MSR

A battered kite nipped my ear
As it finally crashed.
His feeble fluttering poked my curiosity
As I bent down, his smile though torn, flashed at me.
I wondered at the life he must have led.
Clutched to the heart of a little grubby boy
Who rescued him from the dinghy place where he was made.
The feel of astonishment when he
First soared into the sky,
Held back only by a slender thread.
The rage and power he experienced
When he trapped and tore another kite.
The giddy days when he won innumerable battles.
But slowly he realised that the thin thread
Ruled his fate and denied his freedom.
When the inevitable day came, he was not sorry
To see the tear stained face of the boy fade into distance.
He roamed the sky winking at the other kites,
Teasing the children who tried to catch him.
He delighted in the clutches of the green trees
Who tried to hold him.
Every breeze was an adventure, a surprise.
Loving hands no longer healed his tears,
But he needed none in the infinite sky that was his.
I no longer wonder at the smile on his face.